So now?

the words have come and gone,
I sit ill.
the phone rings, the cats sleep.
Linda vacuums.
I am waiting to live,waiting to die.
I wish I could ring in some bravery.
it's a lousy fixbut the tree outside doesn't know:
I watch it moving with the windin the late afternoon sun.
there's nothing to declare here,
just a waiting.
each faces it alone.
Oh, I was once young,
Oh, I was once unbelievably young!
"So Now?" - Charles Bukowski

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